Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Harmonia to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
Scion,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.